Six

Ji Ye nodded

Ji Qianzheng grabbed his arm and said, "Where do you think you're going, you scoundrel?"

Ji Ye let out a sigh and wearily sat down on the ground

Father, be careful!" Ji Chang shouted loudly in the night.

The roar of the fierce tiger echoed throughout the garden, sweeping in as if it came from the ancient deep mountains

Ji Qianzheng shouted in terror and anger. He would rather lose an arm than allow this old man to die in his home. He had heard the ancient legends countless times; that terrifying organization was not to be trifled with, and rebels always faced merciless punishment, let alone killing the Eagle of Cangming

Ji Qianzheng could no longer evade or block. The heavy battle sword not only failed to protect him but instead became a burden. He let go of the sword and retreated, bracing for injury. However, it was futile; the old man's spear tip was like a snake coiling around his arm, pressing forward relentlessly, the poisoned tip already grazing his skin

"Yes, I am prepared to kill him with his son's hand," the old man said, stroking Yuran's head. "Child, do not ask any further. Such dirty and malicious matters are not something you should know about."

The old man smiled slightly, his long spear seemed to be tilted by the wind, yet it did not fall, merely leaning a little to the side, gently changing as it floated. Unlike the violent and fierce momentum of the poisonous dragon, the tragic silver light danced softly in the wind, not producing a single sound

It is like striking a snake; one must aim for the snake's seven inches.

"Hey, Jino! What are you doing?" The girl's voice was instantly swallowed by the roar of the tiger

Stop!

At the last moment, Ji Ye truly lowered his gun. However, Ji Qian still felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had been pierced by something, the sharp wind from the gun's muzzle? Or the cold, fierce gaze of his son when he fired the gun

The old man did not look at Ji Qianzheng; his gaze remained fixed on the ground. The gun broke the standoff with a fluid motion, a simple shot slowly pushed forward, directly piercing the hand of Ji Qianzheng that held the sword

Ji Qianzheng was momentarily stunned, then suddenly let go and slapped Ji Ye hard across the face, saying, "If you want to chase after him, then don't come back! I cannot accept a son like you; it would be better if you just died.

She lowered her head and said, "Without a father, just like me..."

Grandfather!" Yuran shouted in panic

Great!" Chang Ye shouted while waving his arms.

The gate of the garden closed with a "bang," and Ji Ye stood there in a daze for a long time, suddenly unable to resist and sprinted out.

"How many shots do you think I just fired?" The old man smiled.

Ji Ye stood behind the old man. His advance stirred up the rolling fallen leaves, drawing in his shoulders, with his forearms and the gun barrel aligned in a straight line, precisely the perfect thrust that the old man had described.

However, do not let others know about my arrival here," the old man turned around and gave him a meaningful glance, "Although you are no longer one of us, as the heir to the ring, you should be aware of the organization's rules

The silver light suddenly extinguished, and the gunpoint quietly aimed at Ji Ye's nape. The old man leaped over his head and stood calmly behind him. Ji Qian was standing there in a daze, and after a long while, he finally felt a drop of sweat slowly rolling down from his cheek, chilling to the bone. Ji Ye's gunpoint was directly aimed at his brow, a fierce and murderous force akin to a venomous dragon, merely an inch away. The old man evaded the tiger-toothed spear and redirected the attack towards Ji Qian. Ji Ye's gunpoint was directly aimed at his brow, a fierce and murderous force akin to a venomous dragon, merely an inch away. The old man evaded the tiger-toothed spear and redirected the attack towards Ji Qian.

He raised his heavy sword with determination. Unable to launch an attack, he could only counter the old man's changes with stillness

Ji Ye glanced at him and reached out to grasp it. His expression suddenly changed, but the old man had already smiled and retracted the long spear

"Sir..." Ji Qian was hesitating

Ji Ye nodded

Ji Ye shook her head

However, he knows too much about our affairs. If we allow him to live and report the information to the feudal lords, the danger is too great... Ji Yang's grandson is still inevitably weak and mediocre. The old man sighed and said, "But perhaps you are right; the child is innocent and deserves to have a father"

The old man lifted her onto the horse's back, "Then let us bear all the dangers. Since no one heeds the will of the heavens any longer, what does it matter if I die? The last of the heavenly drivers should die like our ancestors. I await the assassins of the feudal lords"

Such a short distance, with the spear being long and the sword being short, the sword held a distinct advantage. The old man was unable to evade at all, and the sword accurately struck the shaft of the spear. Ji Qian suddenly felt a lightness in his hand and realized that his strength had completely drained away.

Leaves swept across the stone-paved ground, rustling with a "shasha" sound.

Just bought it, young man, just bought it!

Ji Ye turned her head

Yuran raised her head and asked, "Grandfather, were you originally planning to kill him?"

The Tiger Tooth Gun is a fierce weapon, and many years ago it was already known as such. "The old man turned to Ji Qian and said, 'The Ji family has finally produced someone to inherit it. This reminds me of the past.'

Ji Ye suddenly stood up, rising on the artificial hill, his eyes wide open. What seemed like a weak attack made him tremble uncontrollably. The old man's hands loosely gripped the gun barrel, the gun's muzzle trembling erratically. However, Ji Qian did not dare to move; it was evident that his body was tense and rigid beneath his clothing, as if the old man's hand was pushing forth an inescapable death.

"It is!" Ji Qianzheng lowered his head.

Ji Qian was filled with fear; he was unaware of the elder's status within that organization and was also suspicious whether the other party was truly the holder of "Eagle of Cangming." However, faced with such an unpredictable attack, his last shred of doubt was dispelled.

"Smart child, I reward you with an opportunity," the old man said as he handed his silver spear to Ji Ye, "Hold my spear for a moment"

"Mother, Mother," Chang Ye said, pulling at his mother's hand, "it was Ji Ye who trampled him to death."

Ji Ye seemed not to hear his words, struggling to shake off his arm. Ji Qian, in a fit of anger, suddenly heard a scream from behind. He turned around sharply and saw his wife, who had been planting flowers in the back hall, rush out upon hearing the commotion, crying bitterly over a turquoise parrot that had been crushed to death on the stone-paved ground

The old man waved his hand to interrupt him, approached, and gently patted Ji Ye's arm, "A strong arm, but do you still not understand why I can use a gun so quickly? Do you not understand why I teach you the method of accumulating thrust, yet employ such unpredictable marksmanship? Do you not know what kind of marksmanship is the best?"

The silver light on the edge of the spear suddenly flickered, resembling a silver butterfly spreading its wings. The spear, propelled by the force of the sword strike, silently flipped over as both sides brushed past each other. Ji Qianzheng was losing his balance, and the old man released his left hand. Gripping the spear with one hand, he slightly moved his index finger, causing the spear to angle impossibly onto Ji Qianzheng's right forearm, slanting downwards.

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The old man took Yuran's hand and walked towards the door, "Mr. Ji, I believe you should have melted that ring with the * map * book. This mission is not passed down through bloodlines; only those who hope to fight for it can truly become followers of the Martial God. You also know that many have already paid the price of a lifetime for this. If you do not wish to, there is no need to force yourself."

Cold sweat immediately covered his forehead, and he realized that there was no power at all in the gun! It only trembled slightly, as if gliding through water.

The white hem of the garment disappeared before Ji Ye. The silver light that ensnared the tiger's fang also vanished. Ji Ye was taken aback, only to realize that the tiger's fang was aimed at his father's chest. However, he could no longer stop, as if someone were pushing on his shoulders; the venomous dragon's force was inherently the most ferocious thrust.

"The best spear of thorns," the old man gazed at the fiery clouds on the horizon, as if reminiscing about something, "cannot be reclaimed; it is the spear bestowed by heaven, crafted by the hand of the War God."

Yuran held his hand and said, "Grandpa, please don't kill him. If you kill him, Ji Ye will be left without a father."

Ji Qianzheng's posture was extremely respectful, his defense impenetrable. The elderly man opposite him pointed his long spear towards the sky, smiling casually, merely standing there, his loose white robe billowing in the wind

The old man retrieved the gun, nodded slightly, and said, "A very clever child. But still not the best at gathering thorns"

Ji Ye raised his head, stroking his flushed face, watching as the backs of his father and the other two figures disappeared without looking back under the eaves of the front hall. He no longer ran, standing there in a daze, as the sunlight faded and the garden gradually darkened.

The elderly man stood outside the door, holding Yu Ran's hand, silently gazing at the flow of people on the street

He took three steps forward and drew his gun. All the strength in his body converged into the gun like flowing water. At the end of the third step, the momentum of his forward charge combined with the force of the gun push reached its peak. In the moment when his arm was fully extended, the tiger fang would precisely strike the old man's heart from behind

The laughter of the elderly drove away the roar of the tiger

Do you understand

The distance between the tip of the spear and Ji Qianzheng's hand was merely three feet. The old man's offensive had nearly exhausted itself, and Ji Qianzheng moved his sword. Once he made a move, his momentum was like that of a mountain being split apart; he shouted loudly and stepped forward, striking directly at the middle section of the spear. For a master of spear techniques, the power concentrated at the tip of the spear was immensely formidable; striking at the spear's tip was akin to striking at a snake's head—should one falter, they would be bitten. The tail of the spear was steady and powerful, beyond the reach of the sword's length. He aimed precisely at the most vulnerable point of the long spear.

Ji Qianzheng involuntarily waved his hand to block, only to suddenly realize that his hand was empty! In that fleeting moment, in order to evade the old man's thrust, he had discarded his sword.

You are a clever child, and your weapon is also quite good, the old man pointed to the tiger's tooth, but do not let it hurt your heart

Ji Qian was standing there in a daze

He leaped into the air under circumstances that seemed utterly impossible, turning gracefully in midair. Chang Ye experienced a moment of illusion, as if the old man had hovered for an instant after leaping into the air, and then the silver spear struck out. The onlookers could no longer discern whether the old man held a spear or something else; it was merely a splash of silver light, fluttering like a butterfly, shifting like a ghost. The sharp edge of the spear clanged and clattered, the sound brief and urgent, and the barrage of thrusts that could not be resisted lost their direction.

Ji Qianzheng suddenly recalled the parrot. When Ji Ye and Chang Ye were in a duel, a thrust came like wind and thunder, and the dazed parrot had no time to evade before being crushed underfoot. No wonder the parrot looked somewhat familiar; it was just bought by his wife, who enjoyed gardening and raising birds.